My Italian Billionaire: A BWWM Italian Billionaire Romance by Cristina Grenier, Stacey Mills Page B
Authors: Cristina Grenier, Stacey Mills
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"And you've suggested that we go with Starlight Dine Out instead."
"Yes, sir. From what I hear—"
"No."
"Sir?"
"Two years ago, they had a rat infestation problem." He rubbed his temple. "I'll figure something out. Is that all?"
"Yes, sir." She nodded, turned, and walked away.
If only he could hire Megan to do it. But there would be no way to hide who he was if he did, and besides, catering was a far cry from working in the restaurant business. Not only that, she would have to have several people working under her to make the sheer amount of food the fundraising event would require.
Regardless, there had to be a way for him to help her. If only he could figure out how…
Chapter Ten: Axe to Grind
"I quit." The words blurted out of Megan’s mouth. She untied her apron and shoved it at Dave.
He stared at her then at the apron. "But what about my customers?"
"What about them? If I'm so replaceable, then go ahead. Replace me." Head high, she maneuvered around him and slammed the back door shut behind her.
Maybe it was wrong of her to have just done that, but walking into work and seeing Dave and that slutty waitress screwing on her counter had set the day off on the wrong foot. Then when he had dared to berate her for mixing up an order which that floozy had written down wrong, well, it had been the final straw. She was a proud woman, and she wasn't about to be walked all over.
She should immediately seek out other restaurants and try to find another job, but her attitude just was too fiery at the moment. So instead she marched herself back to her place. There, standing at her door, was Lucca. Dressed in a tight golf shirt that showed off his biceps and pants that hung low on his hips, he was just the sight she needed to see right now.
"I tried calling you—"
Her arms reached around his neck, pulling him down to her, and her lips devoured his. At his gasp or groan or moan—she couldn't tell and it didn't really matter—he parted his lips, and she invaded his mouth with her tongue. Heat and passion and anger and fury rolled into one. When he pulled away to end the kiss, her teeth gently claimed his lower lip, and she gave it a teasing tug.
"If that's the kind of greeting I'm going to get when I just show up unannounced, I'm going to have to make more unannounced visits." His grin was devilish, and his hair looked all disheveled. It had been done pretty close to perfect when she'd arrived. She must have messed it up. While he looked amazing when he was all put together, he was even more impressive with that just-had-amazing-sex-and-aren't-you-jealous look going. Just staring at him, knowing she could touch him everywhere, that she already had, made her wet.
"Just you wait. My greeting isn't over yet." She shoved her key into the lock and pushed him inside. Her foot closed the door, and she leaned against it, her hand slipping behind her to lock it.
His hands cupped her face, and he stared down at her, raw lust in his eyes. Good. Right now, she didn't need an emotion other than that. She was too riled up for anything but passion and fucking.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Now isn't the time for talking."
Again, she came at him with reckless desire, hands touching him everywhere, hating that clothes kept her from feeling his bare skin. Her hands worked their way up his shirt, so she could feel his tight back muscles as he moved against her, rubbing himself against her, making him grow harder and her wetter. How she loved the feeling of his hardness, although it felt so much better when his penis was inside her. Soon. So soon.
Her lips moved to his throat, and she sucked hard. He jerked himself against her, and she darted away, wanting him warring with her desire to tease him. But that also meant teasing herself, and so she reached for the bottom of his shirt. He was already yanking it over his head, and for a moment, she took in the sight of him—perfectly toned hairless pecs, hard lines
"Yes, sir. From what I hear—"
"No."
"Sir?"
"Two years ago, they had a rat infestation problem." He rubbed his temple. "I'll figure something out. Is that all?"
"Yes, sir." She nodded, turned, and walked away.
If only he could hire Megan to do it. But there would be no way to hide who he was if he did, and besides, catering was a far cry from working in the restaurant business. Not only that, she would have to have several people working under her to make the sheer amount of food the fundraising event would require.
Regardless, there had to be a way for him to help her. If only he could figure out how…
Chapter Ten: Axe to Grind
"I quit." The words blurted out of Megan’s mouth. She untied her apron and shoved it at Dave.
He stared at her then at the apron. "But what about my customers?"
"What about them? If I'm so replaceable, then go ahead. Replace me." Head high, she maneuvered around him and slammed the back door shut behind her.
Maybe it was wrong of her to have just done that, but walking into work and seeing Dave and that slutty waitress screwing on her counter had set the day off on the wrong foot. Then when he had dared to berate her for mixing up an order which that floozy had written down wrong, well, it had been the final straw. She was a proud woman, and she wasn't about to be walked all over.
She should immediately seek out other restaurants and try to find another job, but her attitude just was too fiery at the moment. So instead she marched herself back to her place. There, standing at her door, was Lucca. Dressed in a tight golf shirt that showed off his biceps and pants that hung low on his hips, he was just the sight she needed to see right now.
"I tried calling you—"
Her arms reached around his neck, pulling him down to her, and her lips devoured his. At his gasp or groan or moan—she couldn't tell and it didn't really matter—he parted his lips, and she invaded his mouth with her tongue. Heat and passion and anger and fury rolled into one. When he pulled away to end the kiss, her teeth gently claimed his lower lip, and she gave it a teasing tug.
"If that's the kind of greeting I'm going to get when I just show up unannounced, I'm going to have to make more unannounced visits." His grin was devilish, and his hair looked all disheveled. It had been done pretty close to perfect when she'd arrived. She must have messed it up. While he looked amazing when he was all put together, he was even more impressive with that just-had-amazing-sex-and-aren't-you-jealous look going. Just staring at him, knowing she could touch him everywhere, that she already had, made her wet.
"Just you wait. My greeting isn't over yet." She shoved her key into the lock and pushed him inside. Her foot closed the door, and she leaned against it, her hand slipping behind her to lock it.
His hands cupped her face, and he stared down at her, raw lust in his eyes. Good. Right now, she didn't need an emotion other than that. She was too riled up for anything but passion and fucking.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Now isn't the time for talking."
Again, she came at him with reckless desire, hands touching him everywhere, hating that clothes kept her from feeling his bare skin. Her hands worked their way up his shirt, so she could feel his tight back muscles as he moved against her, rubbing himself against her, making him grow harder and her wetter. How she loved the feeling of his hardness, although it felt so much better when his penis was inside her. Soon. So soon.
Her lips moved to his throat, and she sucked hard. He jerked himself against her, and she darted away, wanting him warring with her desire to tease him. But that also meant teasing herself, and so she reached for the bottom of his shirt. He was already yanking it over his head, and for a moment, she took in the sight of him—perfectly toned hairless pecs, hard lines
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